Abelain Narv'uk
The Bloodseeker
[member="Ghorua the Shark"]
The idea of the Arue'tii having seen more of the galaxy than the people who had lived there their entire lives was somewhat sad. He had only begun his explorations a year or two ago, and already he was being told that he had viewed more amazing spectacles than most of the common people would ever see. They lived in their tiny shells, and excluded everything that didn't involve them directly. In essence, they squandered the gift they had been given to go out and discover things for themselves, and instead had chosen to simply sit still, and allow others to amaze them with tales of adventure, and journeys of strength and courage. It was pathetically sad, and Abelain cast a dissatisfied glance around the cantina, glaring at those inferior species who would deprive themselves of the chance to expand their horizons. At his glance, the waiter began to approach slowly as if he had been called, but a simple hand gesture returned him to his post.
"You are correct. I did indeed state that I have a potential job for you, hunter." The casualness that he had been displaying melted away, replaced by a sense of business which overwhelmed even the buzz from the wine. A quick thought about the planet of Nar Shaddaa brought to mind plenty of reasons why any sentient would want to escape the swamp world, though admittedly Abelain had a certain fondness for them. "Upon the world of Ziost, I was assailed by a Dark Jedi who I was... unable to apprehend." He refused to include the part where that same Dark Jedi had nearly killed both himself, and his guardian. "I have recently come under knowledge that he is known as 'Nik', and that he is associated with an organization of like-minded individuals known as The Brotherhood." He considered what little he truly knew of his prey for several seconds, but then relented and offered a source of further information in the form of a Zeltron he had faced often in the past. "My information comes from a rogue Jedi by the name of Joza Perl. A Zeltron. She likely knows more if you'd like to pry her, but I'd prefer she was otherwise left unharmed." She had assisted in the prison escape, and for that he was at least somewhat thankful, though after this instance of kindness, his debt would be repaid.
"I would like you to kill or capture Nik. He is simply too dangerous to my activities to be allowed to exist. Further information on The Brotherhood would also be valuable, and I may be able to arrange for additional funds for that as well." The accumulation of funds he had been taking from several recent battles had grown substantially, and now seemed as good a time as ever to simply throw them to the wind. "Nik is dangerous, but so are you. I make my first offer at 15,000 credits." He awaited the inevitable counter offer with hidden glee. Bartering was always one of those enjoyable little games that no one knew was truly a game.
The idea of the Arue'tii having seen more of the galaxy than the people who had lived there their entire lives was somewhat sad. He had only begun his explorations a year or two ago, and already he was being told that he had viewed more amazing spectacles than most of the common people would ever see. They lived in their tiny shells, and excluded everything that didn't involve them directly. In essence, they squandered the gift they had been given to go out and discover things for themselves, and instead had chosen to simply sit still, and allow others to amaze them with tales of adventure, and journeys of strength and courage. It was pathetically sad, and Abelain cast a dissatisfied glance around the cantina, glaring at those inferior species who would deprive themselves of the chance to expand their horizons. At his glance, the waiter began to approach slowly as if he had been called, but a simple hand gesture returned him to his post.
"You are correct. I did indeed state that I have a potential job for you, hunter." The casualness that he had been displaying melted away, replaced by a sense of business which overwhelmed even the buzz from the wine. A quick thought about the planet of Nar Shaddaa brought to mind plenty of reasons why any sentient would want to escape the swamp world, though admittedly Abelain had a certain fondness for them. "Upon the world of Ziost, I was assailed by a Dark Jedi who I was... unable to apprehend." He refused to include the part where that same Dark Jedi had nearly killed both himself, and his guardian. "I have recently come under knowledge that he is known as 'Nik', and that he is associated with an organization of like-minded individuals known as The Brotherhood." He considered what little he truly knew of his prey for several seconds, but then relented and offered a source of further information in the form of a Zeltron he had faced often in the past. "My information comes from a rogue Jedi by the name of Joza Perl. A Zeltron. She likely knows more if you'd like to pry her, but I'd prefer she was otherwise left unharmed." She had assisted in the prison escape, and for that he was at least somewhat thankful, though after this instance of kindness, his debt would be repaid.
"I would like you to kill or capture Nik. He is simply too dangerous to my activities to be allowed to exist. Further information on The Brotherhood would also be valuable, and I may be able to arrange for additional funds for that as well." The accumulation of funds he had been taking from several recent battles had grown substantially, and now seemed as good a time as ever to simply throw them to the wind. "Nik is dangerous, but so are you. I make my first offer at 15,000 credits." He awaited the inevitable counter offer with hidden glee. Bartering was always one of those enjoyable little games that no one knew was truly a game.